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Carson was brought out of his induced slumber by a voice which seemed to be near him. He didn't respond in anyway at first. He started to panic when he felt cool pleather material sticking to his skin. Without a single thought, he started to stretch like he did whenever he awoke, but found it impossible.

He slowly opened his eyes, partly in search of the voice and also to take in his surroundings. He was greeted by bright lights, similar to those of an operating theater. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes as he turned his head away from the abusive lights. After a few moments passed, he opened his eyes again and looked around. He noticed several monitors in the room. He also noticed that he was bound to the exam chair by leather straps.

After taking in his restraints and his immediate surroundings he looked around still searching for the voice. He looked beside him and saw a man around his age also bound to a chair. "W-wh-where are we?" Carson asked the other prisoner in a voice that was barely audible.

After asking his question, Carson clenched his eyes shut, as if this was nothing but a nightmare, and he'd be returned to the alleyway by the coffeehouse where he worked. Alas his hopes proved to have no avail when he opened his eyes and found himself in the same location, still held captive.